"Ten years of life and death, so vast and boundless!"
Outside, Mo Han let out a long sigh. Upon hearing He Chen's long-suppressed crying, he knew that Zhao Yumo had awakened.
Ten years, how many decades does one have in a lifetime!
It was fortunate that He Chen had sought him out these past few days; otherwise, given Zhao Yumo's condition, she would have at most lasted another twenty days or so.
On one hand, Zhao Yumo had been in a coma for ten years, and her bodily functions had gradually declined. If left untreated, they would easily deteriorate rapidly.
On the other hand, Zhao Yumo's chronic injuries were still there. The nerves in her spine had been severely damaged in the past, and even though medication provided some relief, it was merely treating the symptoms, not the root cause. The nerves, being critical in controlling the human body, could only take so much damage over the years—enough to wear down even an ox, let alone a human being.
